Hey you
You don't seem as loud
As the rest of the crowd
Don't you
Find it kinda lame
That I don't know your name yet?
And most of the words are just floating around
But the feeling is such that I must make a sound
And all the time I spend with you it all goes to waste now
And whenever I'm with you I just want a taste of
Pouring out my soul again
The sound of twenty million men
The way that I believe in makes
Me bound to do the same mistakes